A Hot Man and a Quickie #4

First things first.
The eye candy.
The hot man.
Mmm, are you ready for some ... football? 

Visit John's official website.
Right now, all you erotica and romance writers, he's offering free use of his stock covers, so if you don't already have a character that resembles John's rugged good looks, get those fingers busy.  (Top left hand corner, second box from the top on his website, to see the collection) 

Other links for John Quinlan:

http://irishjohnquinlan.blogspot.com/

http://www.johnquinlan.org/

http://twitter.com/johnjquinlan

The quickie.

From Wildly Inappropriate, my September 8th release.

He'd come so close a couple of times, with women he thought understood what life as his woman entailed, only to end up being told he was a bastard and a caveman on their way out the door. While his parentage wasn't in question, his father's influence was surely what kept Dan a single man.

Why then, did he long to be just like his father, Rafe, ruling his woman and his offspring with unquestioned authority? Because all that had gotten either of them was alone. He wasn't like his baby brother Colton, who'd found love with a woman so stubborn she made Dan's teeth ache, or like Eric, whose relationships with women were so superficial it was a wonder to Dan his middle brother remembered the names of the women he dated.

He snorted softly. No, all he wanted was to pour his soul and his seed into one woman who'd want nothing more than to make him her world. Dan yanked his hand off his dick in disgust. He hadn't sunk low enough to jack off while peeping out his own kitchen window at a strange woman, even if she was trespassing. 

He was a dinosaur and he knew it. The concept hadn't worked for Rafe and it'd worked out just as badly for Dan. Women were no longer content to stay home and raise a family. They wanted jobs and felt their equal paychecks gave them an equal say in family decisions.

Why was it was so barbaric to want to spoil and coddle one woman, and in return, expect her to honor his decisions in all ways? He'd given up trying to understand why that was true and just accepted it. He'd stay single, though, because apparently what he wanted was the new form of slavery in the current female way of thinking. Perhaps that was why he found the sight of the woman chained to his bumper so riveting.

(Inspirational Pinterest board for Wildly Inappropriate)

Have a great weekend! 

A Hot Man and a Quickie ~ You Know You Wanna Look

Thanks for checking out a new weekly feature I think I'll call A Hot Man and a Quickie.  Each week you'll get a new hot male image, and a short excerpt--really short--from one of my upcoming releases.

I received a nice e-mail from a male model who's working to break into the romance cover business. (Hawt guys in my inbox, gotta add that to the list of perks for this job.) Male model John Quinlan has done a few generic covers in order to give romance writers a peek at his, um, assets. After you click to enlarge the high-res image, enjoy a quickie from When a Soldier Cries.

First, the eye-candy: 

Find the cover shots on John's official website. (Top left hand corner, second box from the top)
Right now, all you erotica and romance writers, he's offering free use of his stock covers, so if you don't already have a character that resembles John's rugged good looks, get those fingers busy.

Other links for John Quinlan:

http://irishjohnquinlan.blogspot.com/

http://www.johnquinlan.org/

http://twitter.com/johnjquinlan


When a Soldier Cries
(Unedited Excerpt)

Major Tanner Caldwell knew the little prison shrink just fucked up his undercover op the instant he heard the first feminine shriek of outrage. Ordering his fellow Juvenile Correction Officer—a real one—to stay with the other inmates, he raced out the door of the residence hall. Running hard across the bucolic grounds of Jackson Detention Center for Boys toward the increasingly furious screams, he inwardly cursed Dr. Victoria Banks.

Years in Special Ops made him immune to panic, yet he pushed himself to his limit because the juvenile offender with Dr. Banks, Evel ‘Cotton’ Covington, was a nasty piece of work. The kid was the reason Tanner was in Concord, North Carolina, posing as a JCO. Cotton’s father was the suspected leader of a bunch of home-grown terrorists calling themselves Patriots of the New Dawn. Tanner hoped to learn where the Patriots were stashing the military equipment they were stealing by getting close to the bastard’s incarcerated fifteen-year-old son. If the kid hurt the shrink and she made a report about the incident, Evel would likely be returned to a higher security prison. The little degenerate had already been in a few scrapes since he’d arrived. Undercover at the medium-security juvenile prison since the day Cotton was shipped here, Tanner had worked his ass off to get close to the little prick.

It infuriated him to think that twenty-one days work and a damn good idea was about to go up in flames because of one bossy woman. The stubborn shrink refused to remain in the controlled environment of the residence hall to have her session with Cotton today.

He didn’t have the authority to contradict Dr. Bank’s troublesome idea. He’d tried to worm his way into the shrink’s good graces, thinking she’d be a good alternate source of information on Cotton, but she treated him like toxic waste.

Yeah, that was why. It wasn’t because she was a challenge to everything male in him. It sure wasn’t because she was really cute in a wholesome, girl-next-door way, with an adorable little nose dusted with freckles and odd-colored eyes so big they practically swallowed her face. It couldn’t be because she had a slim figure crowned with small round breasts he’d bet his next paycheck were so sensitive he could make her come from simply toying with them. It wasn’t because she always wore her hair pulled back so tightly and knotted that he’d spent fucking hours wondering how long it would be when he took the pins out and ran his hands through it. No, it was because she was a good source of info. Sure. Cue the sarcastic laughter and thank God his brother Tristan wasn’t here to call ‘bullshit’.

Running flat out, the veteran Marine cut around the large stone gazebo anchoring the central yard of the wire-fenced facility and finally sighted the pair, both dismayed and pleased by the scene taking place. Evel kneed the Doc’s legs apart as he yelled at her, using his body to pin her hands. That sight alone made his anger jump ship from the doctor to the kid. 
Cotton was a rapist.